Crooked Kingdom Novels & Stories

Not even a kingdom as established as Evergreen. No one from the other kingdoms has ever been to the kingdom of Aether, nor have they met with most of its citizens. They do the trades by sending highly-trained couriers which are evolved or even robotic creatures. They send emails and send voice messages that use voice changers to change their real voice and their kingdom feels like being in a different world from the rest of us. I scoff, "What good use of their time would it be for them to come and witness my--"

Drakos, King Travis; Drakos minion, King Harold of the Eastern Kingdom, Bastion of the Northern Kingdom; deceased, King Gracin of Western Kingdom, Queen Amelia of the Capital, and Queen Jasamine of the Sea. Four of these Kingdoms where not under the influence of Drakos. Queen Amelia, Queen Jasamine, King Gracin, and King Harold. Bastion had died obviously due to not obeying and following the ways of Drakos. So that really only left King Travis and what ever small territories he could conquer. So the reason that Drakos hasn't made any progress on world domination is because magic still in fact existed. If he where to get his hands on something so powerful and rare, he could deal with the Mage

Crestwood. The hall fell into chaos as most of the kingmakers suddenly flared at Damon's accusations. It was a careless thing to say, daring even. The traditions of the kingdom forbids anyone from calling out the kingmakers like this. “Silence.” Mr. Crestwood’s voice rang through the room and the noise in the hall suddenly dissolved. “Did you realize what you are saying, Prince?” Mr. Crestwood asked Damon calmly. “Your claims are totally outrageous and unwise according to the laws of this noble kingdom, unless, of course, you have evidence to back up this claim.”

The Jared rogue camp, a festering wound upon the land, sat like a viper ready to strike at the heart of the kingdom. Anya, my lone whisperer in their nest, had promised whispers of discontent, rumors of a brewing coup within the rogue ranks. A charismatic warlord named Scar, Anya claimed, was amassing followers, his ambition gnawing at the fragile unity held together by the aging King Adolph. But were these whispers true, or merely another echo in the vast emptiness of the Deadlands?

“When you were fifteen years old, I received information that your father had died of poisoning by a royal traitor. Yes, your father was once a king. Since then, your mother was appointed Queen to replace your father's position. Two years ago, your little brother named Grock Leofwine was crowned King of Glory 2.” Hearing all the testimony, Brockley went limp and fell to his knees. His head was bowed and his gaze fell on the dry ground. he said sadly. “Why did Uncle keep everything a secret from me? Why didn't Uncle send me home a long time ago?” “Because I'm worried, Brockley. I'm worried something happened to you. If you come home when you are in your teens, who can guarantee your life, whi

I had no home, no family, and no escape from this living nightmare. ********* Romario's POV I arrived at the King's Manor fashionably late, but as they say, better late than never. Jose King, the formidable ruler of the Mafia world in the south side, and my father's childhood friend, greeted me with a warm smile. His intimidating presence was tempered by his kind eyes, and I was grateful he wasn't an enemy. "Rommy, you're late," Namiro chided, as she embraced me. I chuckled and rolled my eyes, "Stop calling me Rommy." She playfully scoffed, and I smiled at her teasing.

So this is who Theo took after with the temper. "What my Dear?" He nonchalantly stared at her,"This human is nothing special in comparison to a rock. She is useless to this kingdom." "Father!" Theo boomed with rage burning from his suddenly almost pitch black but gold ringed eyes," Enough! I will not allow you to ever insult my mate in my presence. Get out!" "Pardon me?" The man seethed as his chocolate brown orbs turned an almost pitch black colour like his son's, "I will not tolerate such disrespect, Pup. I am your father and former king!" He growled.

That was enough to convict him of treason, but Dark Moon would not let him go and I had barely started weakening their influence across the kingdom. While I systematically drove Dark Moon to a corner, they announced their breakup from the kingdom and as if that was not bad enough, there was suddenly an influx of rogues in the capital – so many that extermination of rogues became inevitable.

“Declaration by King M-Mave of E-Erena kingdom.” “That’s absurd!” I yelled getting to my feet. Senya placed a hand out for me to quiet down for a moment. “Chandler, let me see that scroll would you?” “Of course, Sire.” He passes the scroll to Senya, and he reads it for himself. Senya looks over at me and nods. “It’s an official declaration, this is not forged.” I go to his side and he points out our Kingdom’s crest on the scroll. “You see right there.”

I take my leave, heading down to the harem to see if Michelle is there. CESAR'S POV I sit down at the end of the table and look at the model of the four kingdoms we'd built. It is like a game of four corners. Here we sit, in my great kingdom of Stauckana (or Barbarian Country as the common folk have a habit of referring to it as) in the very south, protected by a thick forest to the right of our castle, Castle Rock, called the